Sunday, November 1, 2009

No wonder I can't get knocked up. My sister-in-law is hogging all the pregnancies for herself.

Ok, to be fair, she's *only* on pregnancy #3. It's not like she's knocking the babies out like a future reality show star or something. But out of three pregnancies, guess how many were oops? One? No. Two? Nah. Yup, all three.

First one, they knew each other a month or two, and didn't bother with birth control. Ok, good for them - it really worked out, because they were madly in love and clearly meant for each other. So she quit grad school, and they got married. Second one, she said - and I quote - "my birth control method failed." (I had to bite my tongue from telling her that not everyone ovulates on day 14. I did, however, lend her my copy of "Taking Charge of Your Fertility.") Now I think they have to be doing it on purpose.

Is it rude if I buy her some condoms next year for Christmas?

Yeah? Darn.

After I got pregnant with the kiddo - and she still only had one baby - she said to me, "it must be really cool to be married, have a house, and actually plan for it to work out this way." Um. Yeah. I suppose you could call it "planning." Or something.

About Me

I'm a mid- (ahem, late-) 30's woman, living in the Northeast, married for almost 6 years and trying to have another baby. We got pregnant with our son on our 22nd month of trying, and with lots of medical assistance. Now we're back into fertility treatments to hopefully add one more little one to our family.
Read on for my thoughts on secondary infertility, parenting a toddler, books, movies, pizza and whatever else springs to mind.